Eyes closed, hands pressed, I pray to a god I can't see.
Shifting, swaying, spinning, I try to keep the beat, but I'm dancing to a broken melody.
Clock ticks, world spins but I'm living in my memories.
Where did I go wrong?
In the eyes of the child the sun shines as far as it can see.
The old knows the horizon isn't as far as it seems.
You feel the cold long before you see the dark, try as you might there is no turning back.